there are no tricks in plain and simple faith

A smirk crossed the silver wolf's face as he canted his head slightly, "You have the potential to become a great warrior, leader, a Roman. Even though you act more like a Graecus. You have already proven yourself to be a good hunter and a asset to the pack and you are youthful, providing a lot of space for learning. We just need to train you up a bit, hone your skills a bit and you will be a true Roman." he shrugged. "If you want to, of course. I won't push my beliefs on you and force you to learn it." he wouldn't because he wanted wolves to freely believe in the gods of Rome.

Shadow rose to his paws, gazing at Flash with cool silver eyes. "It is your choice," he said softly and awaited for the wolf's reply. There was nothing more to be said if he refused but if he did, he would ask the dies pater to bless him and although not born a Roman, he would be made a Roman and that was an honor. Telling the youth to take time to make his decision, Shadow dismissed him and went to patrol the borders.